GRAWF
I thought after all this time, my parents would know not to talk serious business with me while I’m 3/4 asleep in bed. I never remember what they say, and I will say some pretty incomprehensible things that I know I’ll regret later.
Mom woke me up asking me when my orientation started in OSU. Me - in all my grogginess - fingered the 26th, when it was actually the 16th. She talked alot and something about postponing the schedule to leave. And - in all my grogginess - shook my head (or something of the sort). Now I have to clear everything with Dad. Grrr.
Classical music
I think a sign that you’re growing old is when you start appreciating classical music. When I was young I couldn’t listen to anything besides Mozart’s Requiem (up till Confutatis Maledictis) and Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata (only the first movement). Tchaikovsky was too ‘airy’ for me, Bach and Vivaldi too boring and Brahms put me to sleep. Dad always brought me to the Victoria concert hall to listen to the Singapore Symphonic Orchestra play, but I’ll always fall asleep. I went there for the sandwiches.
But after I went to watch ‘The Marriage of Figaro’ when it showed here, I was just blown away. Mom liked it alot too, but Dad (classical freak that he is) and Sis slept halfway through. The singers weren’t that fantastic, but nevertheless, it was just wonderful. I’m throwing Mozart all over the place now. I’m so watching Amadeus again.
Brahms still makes me sleep though.
I’m growing old.
Rants and recollections
I think the most dangerous people (save for those who are physically dangerous) are those who refuse to see the other side’s argument. Those who refuse to think objectively, to rationalize or admit loopholes in their argument. That’s how zealots are born. Religion scares me, with people firmly believing that homosexuality is a sin based on a book that also says that you’re fucked if you eat shellfish.
Was reading Sepulchralice’s (aw damn, no LJ code for Wordpress) journal about her OBS experience, and a bunch of memories are coming back.
Can’t remember our coach’s name. Ugly as hell, but he ran like THE WIND. Like Pocahontas-run-through-the-woods WIND. Everytime he ran he was like a FLASH OF LIGHT. Tried to get our watch together, but gave up in the end. I don’t really know how I felt towards him in the end… Respectful, because he did his job, but pissed off he gave up on us. I’m not sure how he felt about me… or any of those who took initiative for that matter. He did help a select few, but I don’t know if that was his job or he just liked us better.
LJCrosspost!
Finally my LJ doesn’t have to be so blank anymore.
The features are a little inflexible though… There’s no userpic option, so I’ll have to go in manually to change it, tags can’t work because I’m using another tag plugin which isn’t supported by this one *insert technical jargon here*. Also, everything’s automatically friends-locked. Another excuse to make graphics.
*excited*
New plugins!
I have transformed my blog into a pseudo-Livejournal style! Whee! Now I have icons, and tags… now planning on the ‘listening to’ script, if possible. Hopefully won’t clog up the content. Looks pretty squashed to me.
In the time that I attempted to code my layout, the servers went down on me 5 times today. Pissed, as always, and I’m not taking it anymore. I be moving. FOR SURE. Will still keep domain name though.
BWAARRRRRRGGGGGH
I was going to go there this December. Couldn’t you wait?!
